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The Short Month
~The Short Month~
And winter stops!
There is warmth in brightness!
Crows turn yellow
and everyone likes them
and the flowery ground.
The lies!
Silver, gray, black, white-cold.
Icey mud. A murder kaws
at the dawn from scraggly wires.
The people murmur "fuck,"
and rise for the workplace.
arrogant academic
I'd like to know which arrogant academic
projected his own violence onto crows..
they might peck corn
but they aren't murderers
... how about a 'murder of academics'